Wrong Number

Prank War

"Son of a-" Tony gets interrupted

"Language!" Steve's voice can be hear distantly through the speakers.

"The title of Prank Master will be given to the one with the best pranks. Judges are Peitro and Rhodes, who are to big of wimps to join in the fight. Bruce is also a judge because we can't risk the green guy making a appearance. Anyone else is free game. Killing or maiming is NOT allowed. The punishment for breaking this rule is loss of dessert privileges for a week." Continues Natasha. "Let the games... Begin!"

Tony and Harper looked at each other, and together the ran to the lab, using the stairs. We didn't trust the elevator.

Harper POV:

We enter the lab, "Paper," Tony points to a cupboard. I dash to the cupboard, opening it up and grabbing a stack of blank papers. I spread them out on a counter as Tony comes over with markers. He sets them down, and goes to find a towel. I quickly grab the marker my fingers first touch, a green one. I start writing stuff down while Tony walks over, wiping the glitter off his face with a towel.

"Whatcha got kid?" He tilts his head sightly to see my work.

I write, using different markers as the ink bleeds across the page. 

When I'm done, Tony smirks, "Love it."

***

I sit in the training room as Steve punches his punching bag. I sit watching him, to bored to do anything else, since my beloved phone broke up with it's darling wifi.

Nat and Wanda were sparring in the matted area, and I occasionally glanced over at the two skilled fighters.

Steve's phone rings from its place next to me. It says 'Sam' on the caller ID. I pick up his phone and hand it to Steve. Steve nods in thanks and picks up, "hello?"

Sam says something that makes Steve furrow his eyebrows. After a beat, he handed me the phone. I keep my face composed as I hold the phone up to my ear, "What's up, Sam?" I ask as innocently as I could.

"Was this your idea?" Sam questions accusingly.

"Oh, by what ever do you mean?" I can't help the grin that grows on my face.

"You know dam well what I mean! Seriously, you had to put Thor's hammer on the toilet seat!? In my bathroom!?" Sam exclaims. "I didn't dare go in anyone else's room, and I didn't trust the elevator, so you know what I had to do?"

"No, what did you have to do?" I stiffle a laugh as Steve gives me a look.

"I had to go down 6 flights of stairs to use the bathroom, Harper! Who does that!?" Sam demands

"Why would you immediately think I did it?" I gasp in mock offence.

"... I hate you." He hangs up.

I burst out laughing, setting down Steve's phone.

Steve gives me a look, "You scare me, honestly." He mumbles, going back to punching his punching bag.

"HARPER! UNLOCK THE VENTS!" Clint yells down.

"No can do!" I look up at the vents.

"Please, I saw a spider in here!" Clint complains

"Black Widow?" I tilt my head

"Spider Man?" Harley asks at the same time I did, walking in.

"No, a actual spider, idiots!" Clint yells with frustration lacing his tone.

"Hey, don't be mean!" I make a face.

"How rude," Harley scoffs, sitting down at my side. He turns his attention to me, "Heard Nat turned off your WiFi.